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CXXXIV. O tell me no more

1 O tell me no more
Of this world's vain store,
The time for such trifles with me now is o'er;
A country I've found
Where true joys abound,
To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground.

2 The souls that believe,
In Paradise live,
And me in that number will Jesus receive;
My soul don't delay,
He calls the away,
Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day.

3 No mortal doth know
What he can bestow,
What light, strength and comfort, go after him go:
Lo! onward I move,
To a country above,
None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove.

4 Great spoils I shall win,
From death, hell and sin,
'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within:
And when I'm to die
Receive me I'll cry,
For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why.

5 But this I do find,
We two are so join'd,
He'll not live in glory and leave me behind:
So this is the race
I'm running thro' grace,
Henceforth till admitted to see my Lord's face.

6 And now I'm in care,
My neighbours may share
These blessings; to seek them will none of you dare?
In bondage, O why,
And death will you lie,
When one here assures you true grace is so nigh?

Text Information

• First Line: O tell me no more
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1788
• Topic: Rejoicing

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